The Day You Died

As I stand here

Tears fall from my eyes,

I brought this rose

To say my goodbyes.

I lift my gaze

To the sky,

Where you don’t weep,

Where you don’t cry.

I know you’re in heaven

Where you look down upon me,

But your grave

Is all that I can see.

Often I lay crying on my bed,

Oh, how I wish

You were not dead.

Constantly

I have cried,

As I remembered

The Day you died.

Alica Hall